"Well!" was his exclamation, "what are you doing here? This isn't Buffalo."
"No, sir; but a fellow sometimes has to get to Buffalo before he can get to Cleveland, you know."
"Oh, you're bound for Cleveland, are you? And who pays your way this time?"
"Well, sir," said Tode, gravely, "I'm traveling with you."
"What?"
"I am. I've been from Albany to New York with you, and I left you at the hotel, and I came after you on Friday, and carried your valise and things to the cars, and came up to Albany with you, and waited for you until the midnight train, and came on to Syracuse with you, and waited while you got your breakfast—and here I am."
Unbounded amazement kept Mr. Hastings silent. Presently he asked, incredulously:
"Who paid your fare all this time?"
"Wolfie, principally."
"Who?"